Paul Gable - Mom_s twin sins

"Don't! Don't!" Sheila protested as Frank suddenly let go of her tit.

"Babe, there's more where that came from," he grunted as he began to slide his thick, wet lips down her heaving belly. Sheila felt her skin glow with lust as he came down to her navel and dug his tongue deeply into the tiny hole. Then Frank slid lower and lower, until Sheila felt her snatch lips stretching up to meet his swirling tongue.

"Ohhhhh, Noooooo!" Sheila groaned as she felt Frank's tongue begin to snake through the thick, blonde bush of cunthairs that surrounded her quivering twatlips. She felt the tongue swirl around her beating clit, licking teasingly at the sparking organ for a few seconds while Frank's fingers toyed lazily with her wiry cunthairs.

"Goddd! Do s-s-somethingggg!" Sheila cried out, arching her back and tossing her ass high into the air once more. She felt her cuntal walls rubbing together as her snatchlips sprang open again, begging and pleading for a thick, meaty cock.

"You asked for it," Frank grunted as he blew lightly against her throbbing clit.

"Wooooooohhhhhhh!" Sheila cried out as she threw her arms into the air, then brought them down on top of Frank's head and drove it into her crotch.

"Mgfffff!" he groaned, losing his breath as he felt Sheila's fleshy, sweaty thighs clamp tightly around his face.

"Fuck meeeee!" she cried out again, driving the man's head harder and harder against her aching pussy.

"Try this," Frank mumbled as he opened his mouth and closed his thick lips around her tiny knob. Sheila felt the world explode into white, blinding lights as he started sucking at her erect clit. She heard explosions go off in her ear as Frank tongued and sucked at her sparking, beating clit.

"Aiyeeeee! Aiyeeeee! Ohhhh, Fuck! Fuck meeeeee! Omigod! F-f-fuckmeeeee aiyeeeeee!"

Sheila shrieked, bucking like a wild horse on the groaning bed.

"Wooooooeeeeee! You're a hot one to fuck! I think I want to drag this out a little bit before we blow off!" Frank gasped as he pulled his head free of Sheila's grabbing snatch.

"Don't! Don't leave me like this," she panted, opening her eyes in disbelieving honor.

"Shut that mouth and use it a little better by sucking me off," Frank said as he crawled up higher.

Sheila wanted him to bury his dick in her snatch now. Every nerve ending in her crotch was fibbed raw now and ached for relief. But she didn't have any right to bring herself off when Frank wanted a little pleasure with her mouth. She could wait. Or at least Sheila prayed that she could.

"Take the whole fuckin' rod," Frank grunted as he moved his knees to either side of her heaving chest. Sheila looked up at the dark-red prick and watched the thick veins throb wildly with passion. Droplets of pre-cum oozed out of his piss-slit, and his heavy, hanging balls contracted with each cock-jerk. Sheila smacked her lips hungrily as Frank inched down and shoved his dickhead against her mouth.

"Mmmmmmm!" the woman groaned as she reached up and slowly slid her right hand down the long, thick shaft toward Frank's muscular belly. She ran it through the thick matting of cock hair until her fingers began to knead the hard, hot flesh of his belly. Rivulets of sweat trickled off Frank's heaving butt, matting down the forest of crotch hair that bushed around the base of his throbbing rod as Sheila's hands crawled hungrily over his skin. They dug into his thighs, sending Frank into a frenzy of lust as he arched his powerful back and drove his prick deep into Sheila's sucking mouth.

"Uhhhhh!" he cried out as she slid her mouth up and down half of Frank's cock. She thought her jaws would break apart from the incredible thickness of his dick, but gradually Sheila felt her mouth loosening up and accepting more and more of the groaning man's ramming cock.

"Ohhhhhh!" Sheila cried out, throwing her head back and releasing the hunching man's prick from her lips. She moved her head down quickly, sticking out her tongue and running it slowly up the tough, wrinkled skin of Frank's swaying balls. At the same time Sheila reached down and grabbed her snatchlips with both hands, pulling them apart and stabbing her fingers deep into her hot hole for relief. She didn't know how long she could keep her pussy from exploding into brain-ripping contractions. Sheila wanted Frank's cock shooting its load into her fuck tunnel. But she couldn't hold out much longer.

"Unnnghhhhhh!" Frank cried out again. Sheila felt his prick bouncing against her cheeks as she continued to slather the man's fuck sacs with her hot spit.

"I don't want you cumming all over my face," Sheila said, popping the balls out of her mouth and sliding back up the bed.

"You could eat my cock all day," Frank groaned as he moved back down the bed. Sheila closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as she felt Frank slide his hands under her squirming ass and hike her legs high into the air. This was it! For the first time in five long months, her itching pussy was finally going to be scratched by a drooling, hot prick.

"Goddamn it!" Frank suddenly said, dropping her legs and rolling back from her twat.

"What is it?" Sheila groaned.

"The fuckin' phone. You'd better answer it," he said frustratedly as he climbed off the bed.

"The hell with them!" Sheila shrieked, thrashing on the bed like a crazed snake. She didn't care if the Pope was calling. All she could think of was the incredible heat and ache that was clawing at her snatch.

"It could be important," Frank said, wrapping his fingers tightly around his dick in an effort to bring it down soft again.

Sheila watched him and sighed in disappointment. He was right. Besides, they could get back to business as soon as she got rid of whoever was calling her.

"Don't jack off." Sheila said as she rolled off the bed and started toward the doorway. She almost collapsed on the floor from sexual weakness as her knees quivered under her.

"This'll be hot and ready for you when you get back," Frank said, grinning at her as she ran out into the hall.

"Mrs. Kane? This is the vice-principal at Hoover High School. I hate to call you again about the same thing, but John's been in a fight," the man said sympathetically over the phone.

"Oh, noooo. Was he hurt?" Sheila asked as her heart pounded away in honor.

"No. In fact, the other boy took a pretty bad beating. Your other son Bob came in and helped his brother. Then other boys joined, and, well, before you know it…"

"I know, I know," Sheila groaned. The old scandal was following them wherever they moved.

This was the second high school her sons had been placed in since the divorce, and it was no better than the first.

"According to school rules, the parents must come down to pick up their children after an event like this. Counseling and all that, if you know what I mean," the vice-principal said softly. Sheila began to feel that the man was sounding more like an obscene caller than a school official.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Sheila said as she tried to control the fire racing through her snapping snatch. "Just keep them on ice for a while."

"Will do, Mrs. Kane. See you soon," the man mumbled in the receiver, as Sheila hung up.

"Damn!" the blonde said, banging her fist against the coffee table. She hated people for following her and her sons wherever they went and bringing up an ugly past event. Sheila prayed that people would forget. But they seemed to enjoy taunting them into corners until all they could do was lash out.

"Hey, forget about me?" Frank called out from the top of the stairs.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sheila said, suddenly remembering why her pussy was aching so much. "That was the school. I've got to run down there and pick up my sons. They've been in a fight," Sheila said as she turned and ran up the stairs.